Novel & Cerita Aphrodite Death God Of War

The mysterious woman disappeared after saying this. I tried to soothe Elentari’s anxiety. She was seconds from a panic attack. Her eyes were darting around the room realizing over half of the people there were deities of various pantheons. Most with good intentions, but the ones that were hateful stood out the most. Zeus dropped Aphrodite on the ground, walking back to Hera. “This is not over.” Aphrodite snapped, grabbing Hades' arm. They turned to leave, but Aranelda called out.

I looked up at Elias, who stood over me with the blazing silver crown on his brow. "The Tide knows we survived the bullet," I said, forcing myself into a seated position, ignoring the protests of the healers. "It knows Aethelgard is a fortress that can fire back into space." "Let them try again," Elias rumbled, his Alpha command terrifyingly absolute. "The Vanguard is fast enough to catch whatever they throw." "They aren't going to throw anything else, Sovereign," I said, looking out toward the eastern horizon, toward the ocean. "The Hive-Mind is a computer made of water. It just calculated that it cannot win a war of pressure against a city that controls gravity."

“I hope so.” Gunter said with a smile, “If you can kill the God of War, the five strongest nations will label you a hero. Kill the God of War? The thought had crossed Gunter’s mind before. Nevertheless, he had to put that thought aside after the war between the five strongest nations and Arcadia. Those who never experienced the war would never comprehend the terrifying power of that man. A rattled bustle, coupled with whimpers and cries, echoed from outside the lounge.

I am Seranda Mathews the unwanted born of a lineage of slaves and sacrifice. Cursed with the spirit of Zeranda, keeper of the soul of death. A plague waiting to be eradicated. A celebration at my death, festivity at the sight of my blood. I look up and wipe away my tears, I stare from the open bars of my dungeon where sunlight penetrates to lighten up the cramped space I have called home for the last 18 years. Today is that day, the long-awaited day of my death.

His hair color changed to maroon, and he now has a pair of red-orange orbs. Cordelia is the daughter of Euphrosyne—the goddess of good cheer, joy, and mirth—and Ares—the God of war or the spirit of battle. Having them as parents can explain her unending liveliness and her huge urge to fight. Helios, on the other hand, is the son of Heracles—best known as the strongest of all mortals—and Athena—the goddess of battle and strategies. This explains why Helios has the incredible strength where he could wield and use the heaviest sword that exists. Cordelia's appearance became different than it was before. Her childlike eyes turned into a fierce one, still having her purple orbs. She wears black s

I blinked a few times, turning back around slowly, unsteadily, and my eyes found Zeus, his gaze as black as midnight, fixed right where Jaxon held the gun against me. He was angry. Because I was his soulmate... The realization shook the very column of my world like a ten magnitude earthquake. Everything since the beginning of our encounter, surfaced in my mind. Every time he appeared like a dark knight in a shining armor and saved me. The scenes played so lucidly, I almost didn't hear the metallic ping reverberating through the walls around like bells of death. The bloody bullets, one by one, started to draw back out of his body, falling to the ground and rolling away.

Then came a sharp gasp, then another until the silence shattered completely. “What?” a man breathed, his voice cracking in disbelief. “That’s not possible…” another whispered, her hand flying to her chest. “No one survives the God of War.”

A chilling aura of death spread from the elder. "Great Elder, help me!" Yago screamed, racing toward the old man. However, before Yago could reach him, the elder's eyes darkened. With a sweep of his hand, he unleashed a ferocious wind. Yago was blown apart, his body exploding in a cloud of blood, leaving nothing behind. The elder was formidable, a martial god in his own right. Sapphira retched once more. "Where's Cilix?" Howard asked, his voice aloof and detached.

And all because I wouldn’t date the son of a bitch my father was now dead, my family and consequently Jason’s title of Beta was revoked, and I would be forced into a torturous arrangement. A knock sounded at the door interrupting my thoughts. Before either of us got up to answer Hudson strode in. “That prick cheating like that! He didn’t even wait to let the body be removed before announcing his next Beta.” “Did you see anything else?” I asked out of curiosity. “Yeah when I was leaving Alpha Archer was saying something to Austin. Didn’t seem to pleased about something. Pretty sure he’s on his way here now.” “What?!”

"When the Fates had said if I reached the age of growth, I would cause chaos, the gods had thought it had been the age thirteen, but they had meant the age every woman was supposed to be wed. Eighteen. My godfather- He figured that out and tried to keep me away from things but it was hard living five years knowing that I would cause the death of people just by merely existing, and- And I know that I had to fix it." Leonidas did not understand, could not understand. "Persephone. What have you done?" She continued, "Hades is the only one that can put Ares down and await Zeus but he would not, and from what I have heard of gods mourned, they tend to do the most powerful things." The last time a